let me tell you about the love i havenncause it's growing by the momentnnand i'd murder you to hold his handnnnnsee i don't even know this boynnbut i want him so bad, oh so badnnhe's the singer of my favorite bandnnif i cornered him and locked him in a closetnnhe would understandnntake me away from my boring lifennto his promised landnnnnand his song is stuck in my headnnhis song is stuck in my headnnas long as he's not poor or deadnnthen i always shall remember himnnnnhe's not like the other guys i meetnni'm sure he's always keen to listennnand the words he sings so sweetnnare like the bible not a fablennhe'd be willing to beat my ex-boyfriend upnnif they should ever meetnnand as i press repeatnnin the snow and sleetnni do a lap around his blocknnand as i swoon i'll keepnnmy knife concealednn'til the dream is realnnand we share a suburban streetnnnnand his song is stuck in my headnnhis song is stuck in my headnnand i'll chain him tight to my bednnso i always shall remember himnnnnlately i've been wondering 'bout reverse psychologynnand all the negative crap that it impliesnnlike that i want what i want when i want itnnand not when it's glimmering before my eyes.nnlately i've been wondering 'bout complex biologynnlike when a stork shows up on your roofnnto bring you a lovely love childnnbouncing boy to spell out the truth.nnnnhis song is stuck in my headnnhis song is stuck in my headnni will fill his heart and soul with leadnnso i always shall remember himnnnnhis song is stuck in my headnnhis song is stuck in my headnnhe will take my fire and burn insteadnnso i always shall remember him